Saturday morning, Mark and Jasmine (a couple with a son) are texting:
Mark: Hi Jaz. You OK? Just got to the rugby club. Great news. I don’t have to take Sammy to the away match. Will’s dad offered to drive them both. I said YES. So we are home alone this morning. Ideas?
Jasmine: Want me to bake something? I’m brewing some coffee.
Mark: Nice. Any other ideas?
Jasmine:O I see where you’re going …
Mark: Christen the new kitchen !!
Jasmine: I sense an occasion to wear black and cream lingerie you bought for my birthday!
Mark: Yess!! I have a special request …
Mark: Wear that jumper of mine you always borrow. Over something, I can unbutton. I plan to go down on you for a loooong time.
Jasmine: Yum! Your reward for that – a mega blow job! Then take me on the counter.
Mark: What?? Not worried about taking care of the work surface?
Jasmine: Fuck that!… just fuck me on it!
Mark: I really want to take you from behind. You don’t know what your peachy ass does to me!
Jasmine: Oh, I like doggy IF you’ve really got me in the zone with your talented tongue. And lots of kissing, deep meaningful kissing.
Mark: Yeah – like the kissing. A lot.
Jasmine: Oh I have plans for you! But we must clean the counters and floor afterwards.
Mark: O you and your new kitchen…
Mark: Be ready when I get home!! xx
[Jasmine waiting in the kitchen – a little later]
So, after that text exchange, I was hotly anticipating Mark’s arrival home.
It had started as a typical Saturday morning: a rush to get Sammy ready for his match, a mad scramble to get him into rugby kit and down to the school. Lie-ins are a thing of the past......to read the rest of this story please login or register to read the full story free.